When it rains, sometimes it pours… it looks like my ID hasn’t arrived yet, and I think my wife Maritza has reverted to her coping mechanism from an incident in ’87 in which her father sexually abused (likely psychologically, because she clearly states to me that it was the necessary role for her as the daughter of her mother Hilda) her on one or more occasions. I’m unsure, all I know is that she has a significant recent history which began a month ofter her mum died.